Chapter 253 I want them to return to eighteen years old


Chapter 253 I want them to return to the age of eighteen

Crowd?

Ma Jian looked at Yu Dazhang's body shape.

Who can squeeze you?

At the same time, he also realized that Yu Dazhang wanted to leave private space for Xia Bin.

When Ma Jian thought of Xia Bin’s major, he understood it.

Painting does require a quiet environment, especially simulated portraits, and you have to use your brain while painting.

"Look at what else you need?" Yu Dazhang asked, pointing to the painting tools prepared in the room.

Xia Bin checked it and nodded with satisfaction:

"It's enough to have these. Tell me, what do you want me to draw?"

When Yu Dazhang asked him to observe the suspect's physical changes before, he felt that this fat man was flexible and did things in a straightforward manner.

It wasn't long before the fat man seemed to come up with a new idea.

Xia Bin couldn't help but be curious now, wanting to see what new tricks Yu Dazhang could do.

"I heard that your portraitists can restore distorted images?" Yu Dazhang asked back.

"Of course." Xia Bin nodded and responded:

"This is the most basic and one of the simulated portraits."

"Then..." Yu Dazhang carefully said and asked again:

"Can you rejuvenate the characters in the image?"

"What does it mean?" Xia Bin looked at him in confusion.

The main reason is that the idiom "rejuvenation" makes Xia Bin a little confused.

He instinctively thought that he wanted to draw his grandfather into a gourd baby.

After so many years of experience, I have painted countless simulated portraits and have never heard of such a request, so I must confirm it clearly.

"I heard before that you portraitists can paint at the age of three."

Yu Dazhang said, and opened the case, took out a photo from it, and handed it to Xia Bin:

"Since you can draw old, it's okay to draw young people. This is my requirement."

Xia Bin glanced at the person in the photo and it was Li Yong.

And it can be seen that the photos were taken recently, and Li Yong's expression was still a bit stupid.

Yu Dazhang then took out eight photos from the case and handed them to Xia Bin:

"I want them to be like when they were eighteen years old. Can I do it?"

He had tried to find photos of the victims during school, but he could not find any of them.

It seems that these nine people have a tacit understanding, and they have not left a single photo of their student days.

You know, in the late 1990s, digital cameras were still rare in China, let alone taking pictures with mobile phones.

At that time, film cameras were mainly used to take photos, so the remaining paper photos were also preserved.

Although the method is a bit old, it is also the easiest to preserve.

Nine people, not even a photo of their youth, is this reasonable?

Yu Dazhang once thought about finding these victims' classmates. If they have a graduation photo at home, they can see the victim's appearance when she was young.

But this is too much work.

Finding a classmate from someone sixteen years ago is difficult, not to mention that if you are not sure about the other party, you must have a graduation photo.

"No big problem."

Xia Bin looked through the photos in his hand and within a short while he looked at all nine photos:

"But it takes some time, and it probably won't work for one day, and it will take at least two days."

Nine people, two days have already happened... Yu Dazhang is very satisfied with the progress of this work.

"How much can the similarity be achieved?" he asked.

Simulated portraits are different from photos, and they must have certain deviations.

If the portrait reaches a level of more than 50% similar to the suspect, it can be used as a useful clue.

Yu Dazhang naturally hopes that the higher the similarity, the better.

After hearing this, Xia Bin did not answer directly, but picked up a photo and looked at it carefully.

After a while, he said:

"I dare not say that it can be restored 100%, but I can guarantee that the similarity is at least 80% more."

"So high?!" Yu Dazhang asked in surprise, then looked at him with some disbelief.

The difficulty of restoring a person to the age of eighteen can be imagined.

Yu Dazhang thought it would be good to have 60% similarity, but he didn't expect it to reach 80%. And after Xia Bin's tone, he seemed to be still conservatively estimating.

Someone will definitely think about it at this time.

Since there are photos, why not restore them with software on your computer?

For example, PS wrinkle removal, time camera and other beautiful picture software.

How to say it, there is a word called: distortion.

Those software can indeed make people younger, but the similarity is too low.

I have to admit that the beauty function is powerful, but that can only be used for entertainment.

If you don’t know much about this, you can search for Your Highness Qiao Biluo.

The moment the beauty fell, the top brother almost went crazy and immediately stopped running away.

Criminal investigation work cannot make such jokes. If it makes a mistake, it will be bad.

"The reason why I say 80% is because I say 90% similar, I'm afraid you won't believe it."

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Xia Bin took out a photo casually, pointed to the portrait above and said:

"The eyes and nose of a person will form an inverted triangle. No matter how the person's face changes, this inverted triangle will remain the same."

"Even if it is plastic surgery, it will avoid this triangle area. If this inverted triangle is changed, the person's face will collapse."

"So, whether it is three years old to paint or to turn people into young people, this triangle area is the foundation."

"The restoration of the appearance before plastic surgery is also restored based on the shape of this inverted triangle."

Only with reason and evidence can one be convincing.

Now Yu Dazhang completely believed it.

Even Ma Jian and Ye Zhiyu showed unbelievable expressions.

Both of them raised their hands unconsciously and touched the bridge of their nose.

"Prepare some bread, biscuits, cooked eggs, and mineral water for me."

Xia Bin said while sorting out the drawing board:

"I won't go out these two days, so don't bother me."

Such requirements must not only be met, but also ensure a rich variety and sufficient supply.

Yu Dazhang immediately took Ma Jian and Ye Zhiyu to the supermarket for a big shopping.

In addition to the ones that Xia Bin asked, they also purchased fruits, sausages, and vacuum-drapaedic food.

Ye Zhiyu also specially brought a few filled milk and bags of potato chips.

All are ready to eat.

Even instant noodles, such as instant foods that require hands-on boiling water, are not even selected.

When the three of them returned to the hotel room with the purchased food, Xia Bin had already started writing.

I saw him sitting on a chair with a hand-painted board, outlining the outlines facing a photo.

Yu Dazhang and the others did not disturb him. After putting the food beside the bed, they silently exited the room.

Then they went to the front desk and asked to change it to a triple room. After being rejected, Yu Dazhang gritted his teeth and opened another single room.

It is hard to go out to handle cases, so there is no need to compromise yourself in order to save money, and Yu Dazhang is not that kind of stingy person.

Back to the room.

"Brother Ma, tell me what you asked about today."

"Okay." After Ma Jian agreed, he thought for a while, and after a few seconds he continued:

"The wronged person I met recalled an incident from sixteen years ago."

"The victim of the broken finger case who wronged him was beaten publicly by him, and he was beaten unilaterally, and he didn't fight back."

"Later, he was beaten up by a group by someone he asked."

"According to his recollection, there must be at least ten people on the other side, and the leader is a small man."

Ten people, small people... Yu Dazhang immediately captured the key point.

This is exactly the same as what Ye Zhiyu gets for hypnosis.

Ma Jian didn't use hypnosis and asked directly.

Yu Dazhang thought about it and understood what the problem was.

When Liu Jinsong looked at that small group back then, he looked at it from the perspective of bystanders, so his memory was not that deep.

The person Ma Jian asked about was the person who was wronged.

It’s hard to forget it if you’re beaten by a crowd.

(This chapter ends)

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